Master Ma Jia sighed, a look of sadness in his eyes.
The novice apprentice beside him naturally understood that his master was still resentful about a matter that a nobleman from the duchy had plotted against him.
If it weren't for that accident, he would still be a highly sought-after armor-making master in the duchy, owning more than a dozen villas and having thousands of apprentices.
Such talent was abandoned by the duchy. It is conceivable that once caught in the vortex of the upper nobility, even talents are trampled on like weeds by the roadside.
Furthermore, to prevent this master from making a comeback, the powerful nobleman secretly stripped his master of his rank, disbanded his apprentices, and exiled him to the wasteland, where he was monitored by Count Shap and forced to create equipment of even greater value.
Scarface activated his battle magic, and the radiant battle armor he wore was personally crafted by Master Maga, demonstrating the extraordinary skill of a master craftsman.
“Master, if we join these bandits, and they discover your armor-making skills, even if we have a slight connection, it won’t be of any use, right?”
The apprentice asked a question. He raised his head, lay on the pile of wool, and glanced cautiously at the chariot leading the way, after passing over a group of fierce-looking wolf riders.
Twelve war chariots, arranged in a "mountain" shape, carrying abundant supplies, were bound together with hemp ropes and occupied space like squares. On the closest chariot, there were many weapons and armor, arranged into two bulging hills as a sign of respect to the enemy. The long swords and staffs of the military's elite soldiers were casually stuck on them, like two graves...
The young apprentice, unaware of Ming Li's presence, cast a pitying glance at the two "graves." Then, a burst of flames erupted, and a figure sprang out of a luxurious chariot.
His pupils contracted. This man was none other than the culprit behind the devastating tragedy in the wasteland, the bandit leader known as the "Fox King."
Why would a pack of wolves obey the command of a fox?
"Heh, with such an elite wolf rider force at his disposal, do you think his status could be low?"
Master Ma Jia said calmly, the gray mist in his eyes dissipating once more, his spirits lifted, showing none of the previous lifelessness.
He met the apprentice's blank stare, glanced at the king, and lowered his voice: "The strong on the Golden Road are worth risking everything for, including the honor of an armorer."
"master?"
The young man gradually became stunned. His face stiffened, his fingers trembled, and he pointed to the fox king playing with fire in the distance: "He... is a Gold-rank transcendent?"
"That's right, even if it's not, it's not far off."
Master Maga squinted, like a shrewd old fox; his cunning was even more profound than Khrushchev's.
He had met several extraordinary individuals in the Duchy of Bailan, and the pressure emanating from the Fox King before him was no less than that.
As long as he gains the other party's favor, he will have a superhuman as his backer, who will quickly help him return to his peak and break through that level of shackles in a short period of time!
Make a fortune!
"Bang!"
Just as he was deep in thought, an explosion came from behind him, and a piece of blood-stained bone fragment grazed his scalp and flew out.
The master and apprentice froze for a moment, huddled together in the pile of wool, and looked back, stunned.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
A clump of grass and clods of earth, vaguely recognizable as a human figure, was rolling along, its legs carrying it as it ran.
Behind them came a group of people dancing wildly, their eyes glaring and emitting a ghostly green light, like zombies with a berserk buff, charging forward madly.
Master Maga: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"
Young apprentice: "∑(°△°|||)"
...
"You just randomly picked someone and actually found out who the count was?"
Facing the cold wind, his long, silky hair billowed out like flames, and a look of astonishment appeared on his handsome face.
Xiao Han stretched out one hand, and a seven-colored waterfall gushed forth from his open palm—it was the divine technique [Steal].
After observing the weather changes, he turned his attention to a group of enthusiastic civilians at the city gate. He was curious about how the people felt about the great deed of liberating the civilians, so he turned on the favorability rating.
As a result, the favorability ratings were mostly between -20 (trembling with fear) and +5 (stranger), and the Fox King unhesitatingly labeled a group of people as "ungrateful wretches".
But at the edge, a red number stained with blood, exuding an endless resentment, was quite eye-catching.
Yeah, it's that old man with the cane. His initial favorability rating was -70, but it jumped to -80 the next moment. That's just ridiculous.
Misunderstandings between people are caused by a lack of trust. So, the kind-hearted Xiao Han originally wanted to sincerely invite the other party over to explain in person. However, given the possibility of the winter storm erupting at any time, it shouldn't be too much to use the [Steal] divine magic to invite the other party over, right?
No one knows what he drew, but the old man ran all the way, moving in all sorts of bizarre postures: rolling like a carp, soaring like a dragon in the sky, pouncing like a hungry tiger, sliding on his knees, charging wildly, and dashing forward like a pig...
Then, when Xiao Han was about to interrupt the divine spell and release a fireball to send the dying old man on his way, due to the old man's failing health, Count Shap's name popped up.
Xiao Han was slightly taken aback, then looked pleased. No wonder he could pull off such outrageous moves that had nothing to do with humans; it turned out he was a dog count.
but……
Why are the people behind the count running? When did [stealing] evolve into a group skill?
Belt and Road Initiative?
A word popped into his mind, and when he realized it, his cheek twitched violently.
Having recognized Count Shap, Xiao Han maintained the operation of his divine magic and stopped the wolf cavalry from charging and killing the unarmed civilians, allowing the fifty-odd chained carriages to speed up.
Want to seek refuge here?
Haha, a bunch of weaklings who have been trampled on do not try to change their lives without experiencing some setbacks?
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Look at Guan Yu's journey of a thousand miles alone (Xiao Han suspects it was by bicycle), with Liao Hua coming to join him along the way. How sincere he was!
So, let's run a 1000-mile marathon first (???)
Just as Xiao Han led a large amount of supplies on his way back to the city, amidst the astonished and horrified gazes of the wolf cavalry, an old man relentlessly pursued the rear of the main force. Even though his legs had been accidentally blown up by the passive effect of the Bone Explosion spell, his head was bleeding from hitting rocks, and his clothes were stained with grass and mud, his sincere desire to join them made him roll over like a ball.
This scene was heartbreaking, but the bizarre running posture and the ghostly, convulsing dance instantly turned an inspirational story into a horror story.
"call out!"
One of the wolf riders, unable to conceal the horror in his eyes, raised his crossbow and fired an arrow. Count Sap screamed as the arrow grazed his inner thigh and nearly pierced his genitals.
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